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There was another reason, too. Hong wanted to prod the Germans into war against America. Well, the Chairman had certainly gotten his wish in that at least.
    Did the Tunisia terrorist attack have anything to do with the GD decision ?
    In other words, had Chancellor Kleist really believed that America had been responsible for the terrorism? Anna doubted it. Even so, she knew Kleist had used the supposed “truth.” The CIA had learned that there had been a secret GD memo sent to many European heads of state—states such as Bavaria, Gotland, Prussia, Galicia, Tyrol, Lombardy, Gascony and others. Kleist had used the supposed CIA funding for propaganda purposes: to build up hatred against the Americans.
    As she sat at her table, Anna was convinced that the terrorist plot had come from one man’s devious mind: Chairman Hong. The monster was capable of anything, even attacking the world’s dwindling food supply in the worst famine in a thousand years.
    “Ma’am,” a deep-voiced man said behind her.
    Anna looked up in surprise, and she nearly choked on a piece of lettuce.
    Agent Demetrius of the U.S. Secret Service stood at her shoulder. He’d been with her at Iceland last year when she had secretly met with Chancellor Kleist. Demetrius was a large black man and wore a black suit and sunglasses. He guarded her outside the White House whenever David didn’t come along. The President had his own security detail. Her times away from David had been more and more often lately. It was one of the reasons she’d begun brooding.
    “I’m sorry to startle you, ma’am,” Demetrius said. His features didn’t change as he said it. The man was like ice. Nothing seemed to surprise him.
    “No, no,” Anna said. “I…I was thinking. Is something wrong?”
    Demetrius minutely shifted his head.
    Anna looked around him, and she spied Max Harold, the Director of Homeland Security. Three huge men stood near him. They were Militia bodyguards, and they had a notorious reputation.
    Anna sat in a secluded part of Frobisher, in a little alcove higher than the other tables, with a small railing separating her from them. The lights were subdued here, with old sailing pictures hanging on the walls. The director stood by a table filled with plates of half-eaten meals.
    Had Max been eating there with his bodyguards? She didn’t see anyone else who could have been eating with him. Anna wondered if he’d noticed her earlier or just now. She hadn’t believed he frequented this place.
    Anna knew a pang of unease. Had Max come here to speak with her? She didn’t like the idea.
    “Yes?” Anna said to Demetrius.
    “The director told me he would like to join you for a brandy,” the agent said.
    “I’m not sure that would be a good—”
    “Ma’am,” Demetrius said. “He’s going to insist. Now I’m more than willing to keep him from you, but there are three of them and only one of me.”
    Anna studied Demetrius, and she noticed he flexed his left hand, as if he was readying himself to fight. Then his thumb began to pop each of the fingers’ joints in turn. “You can’t seriously believe Max’s bodyguards would start a…an incident here.” It would have been too preposterous to say “a fight.” Yet that’s what she’d been thinking.
    “Would you like to leave?” Demetrius asked.
    “I’m not finished eating,” she said.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Demetrius said, and the way he said it troubled her.
    There was a reason for her feeling uneasy about Max’s request. David had been acting strangely lately, and the two of them hadn’t gone out to eat as much. It came to her that the last time had been just before the GD invasion of Ontario. Since then, the President had been retreating into himself. She’d tried to bring him out of isolation, but…
    Anna swallowed nervously, and she almost reached for the wine glass.
    While moving into her alcove, Max Harold cleared his throat. Maybe he thought she was taking too long to decide. “Anna